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tvcore-productions · 5 days ago
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Box full of shards(WIP title)
Premise: Gengar takes care of a clefairy egg, that's all
This isnt the full fic but if this interest you, I'm probably gonna update more consistently on wattpad,ao3, and storyforge
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The Weight of a Soul
Coldness shuttered the forest, a love for the dead ancestors but not the Pokemon that evolved by them.
The moon's glow silhouetted the rocky top of the mountain. A widened path down the mountain for a large Pokemon, that can smoothen the road and plant seeds that sprout along the way up to their den.
 The Aggron, not noticing the moon's reflection of the sun like a mirror cast down its cold light in front of their cave. The moon had begun peering inside the sleepy Aggron, with a shadow walking by the moon’s peering light in the darkness.
An eerie glow that shapes up into threads of seafoam, a house picture of a cabin of integrity. If it was a simple picture, it was surreal to remember. The Aggron was aloof in memories, a sight of staring at wood after following a rocky trail. 
Threads of their dream became a snack, for one ghost, and one more uncaring for others to sleep around the area. Gengar was out of the shadows. Stretching for their morning after midnight, with the moon peering away after Gengar took a slow, and patient time with eating Aggrons dream.
When the dreams were absorbed, the unnoticeable flutter of the Aggrons lidded their gaze up. They were unable to notice the shooting star approaching at comet speed. It was just their uninvited guest, 'whose weight on the world is the one wanting the dead as their companion to have more company,' Mother said.
“...Did you give me nightmares so you could eat more.”
The Gengar looked back, tilting their head with their smile, and gave a casual shrug.
The moon shines down on their translucent fur, outlining their curvy, rounded bodies. Gengars weren't known for their gender difference. But the off-putting contrast of soft, sharp eyes looking comfortable after a well-fed meal had tied Aggron's stomach.
The Gengar's flaming fur of their shadow silhouette, phasing out of the mountain. They gleamed through the forest before the sun rose for others' dreams. Grinning a haunting face of gleam for eating their 'Morning breakfast dew'.
Renergized to leave a soul-sleeping sound. But even the ghost-type would chuckle over their dismay as they left their den. The Gengars’s eyes contorted back to how it was to an uncaring and prankster gleam like their smile.
The trail, dirt smoothed, and footsteps from a dragon made of steel smooth down the path and hold the forest neatly. A bigger Aggron repetitively watches the dance of the pond market, sitting by the cliff.
A Clefairy egg by the mountain's south side, no Clefables live on this particular mountain. Well if you were someone who hiked and didn't take any visual clues. It is not like there be any for the Gengar to notice, for there is only a pink and brown contrast by the gray spikes.
Was there a Ditto sleeping, no dreams sensed, so whose soul isn't sleeping so small? It was but an egg, in the dusted smell of rain. What poured down on this side of the mountain? Is there a cave that had its overflowing flood like a volcano, of silent death of the dead? 
There was a lot of water here. The Gengar couldn't care after the thought of climate politics came. Their nice nice-tasting nightmares other Pokemon would guess.
Through its shell, a flame sparks inside. It falters from being small. Around it was much rubble. 
But Gengar’s hand grazes over the head of the egg. An egg can't cry, an egg is only a cradle for the baby inside. 
Gengar’s fades away, trying to take a closer look into the soul realm.
The soul felt themselves under a palm of shadows.
The Gengar feels trivialized, with the soul not flickering like a Worrid Litwick.
In the Gengar’s palm, the flame balanced a little more. The sun was damping the sky in tangerine, the color of oranges that June would harvest. With the sun, staining the sky with red herbal tea, the Gengar was left… lost in thought, smiling in their eyes.
And then the afternoon sang, in the leaves whistles and underground rivers hit the sides of rocks.
The stronghold taiga trees of rough bark and pinecones, the orange sky seemed to drain its color on the leaves, shadows dance, and bush flicker. Tree scratches and Pokemon-marked dens and shrubs. It was down by the side of the southern side of the ghost mountain, less Pokemon, more empty.
Quagsire had 3 injuries dusted across her body; One crossed the side of her eye like a miss, a bruised arm bandaged around her right shoulder, and a bruise around her outer right leg.
"Hey! You'd already had your breakfast." 
She shouted, being annoyed and a bit brash to the sonder pansage. Something cold burdened the wind heavily, on the edge of the mountain and tree’s small meadow.
“It's Ariados from the webbed embroideries bushes! Have some respect for your market neighbors or whatever you call the market beside you.”
The little Pansage stared at her. Looking around for any Ariados she spoke of. No apprentice or hungry seller in sight. Feeling ready for another bite of redberry delight, that’d taste better stolen.
Till a sudden glance at red eyes locking eyes at the bush, glazing passed the pansage.
The pansage froze and dropped the raspberry. Hitting for a sprint behind the Quagsire.
“Hey!”
The Qougsire yelped, picking up the shaking Pansage to lecture. Abruptly sighing and leaves hand in hand.
Gengar picked up the fresh leaves inside the stem, the nice trees surrounded the bushes, healthily meshing with the other bushes that caress something fruitful.
Far from the trail of an old dry well, there are willow trees with disorganized missiles punctured and falling beneath the tree’s roots. The willow trees are in a circle around the taiga, the only reason the place would be called Willow Peak, at least until you see the willow trees growing at the side of the mountain.
Maractus, rolled their shoulders taking a breath of the earthy air, winding up and down their shoulders like the wind hitting the rocks. They look over their left shoulder, blazed and dry with scorch marks of black outlining a fiery detail from the brown wound.. 
“Oh hey Gengar” 
Gengar plucks the pins that got embedded in the trees. Gengar carried quite a handful.
“Bye Gengar.”
Gengar looked back with a welcomed smile, seeing Maractus back, and waved back with a small bye.
Fraxure rolled down the willow trees' bigger roots clawing out of the ground. taking the leaves from the Fraxure pokemon head.
“Oh, thanks shadow mon.”
Gengar smiles, seeping into the shadow of the willow tree branches.
Back to their home in a splintered in their gaze, the egg resting on the ‘good’ pillow side. No risks to see if resting the egg on top of the puffy pillow will off-balance the egg with a splash.
Nesting on the rock wasn't soft enough. Cleaning off or taking the leaves that seemed crunchy and dry from autumn sleeves, sliding the leaves off the edge of the hidey hole. Gengar was glad that the willow tree’s enrichment might only dry in winter.
With specks of sand, it itches to rock to bed in. At least it was pocket sand rather than a sandstorm. Lines cross the cave walls that specks of sand coated on the floor and leaves.
They let their shoulders rest, eyes anticipating something they wouldn't hold.
Gengar held the Clefairy egg up to them. Stargazing at the egg.
The sun finally grazed its light where it could see the market stalls, hanging embroidery and stained glass coloring the floors, and the rock of the second biggest dragon-type living there.
Near the front of the cobblestone paths, market stalls smell raspberry and citrus-dried oranges hanging in some windows and stalls.
Aggron whimpered, down in the forest. 
"Aggron could I have the splinter on your-"
"As long as you don't eat my dreams anymore." 
Their rose gold charm bracelet sparkled with a spinal and tera, pink and all-seeing shaked. Or made noise like any other bracelet would.
"What did you ask," Another Aggron appeared from the quiet rustling of their dexterity to the area.
"A Simple Request"
“Ok ok, but curiosity didn't kill an Aggron with one life.” They’d asked again, leaning themselves down to the Gengar’s height. 
“What is it that you want a splinter,” 
A Yamask peered out of the tall grass and beside the two Aggrons bored.
“I say Gengar’s been nesting with the omen of surprise.” Yamask chuckled, much to the dismay of the Aggron Avilara.
“...” The Gengar was waiting patiently with a following gaze, “I apologize for the assumption of this errand, I am Avilara, let’s not have this be a bad impression.”
Avilara has yet to get acquainted with the full-moon troublemaker, quietly keeping to themselves. 
The Gengar still smiled, “It’s good luck to have the blood of a big Pokemon for a nest, energy from the blood can make an egg strong. And this is just the right typing from a dragon type.”
The message hauntingly goes by the wind, un-phasing the mother, but terrifyingly confusing their son. The Yamask laughed, wiping a small tear, “Sure, a dragon-type that hoards rock.”
With a wooden splinter with Aggron blood, the eggs' health has never made the Gengar any more hopeful than they confidently were for a strong egg.
Gengar placed the thorn by the egg, their nesting complete and back home at their dens hidden ‘attic’.
The Gengar nestled back into their cave's shadow, along with a flare of soul from their newfound kin. Maybe they heard giggling in their ears, with their ears flicking up staring amiss the egg. With stars-struck eyes.
The far up of the cave had a hole the Gengar floated right up to. Sitting up the crevasses. A drop like that would break any egg, but out of claw reach if they don’t know where to look
The Gengar eyes splintered, the pittering flame of the egg.
Gengar rested on their eggs. Their claw runs a circle on the top of the pink and brown eggshell cradling the little soul.
 'It Boy' by Bbnomula plays on a small recorder, by the empty candle with a sweet smell of dead rose on the light pink wax.
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Knitting Railways{wip title} and Technically Chapter 2 after I mashed both one-shots turned filler chapter, into one fic. Deleted the part in the middle with aggron and the swanne in migration, but hey kept all the tropes
Also CHAPTER 2 @@@@ Button
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cosmicwhoreo · 1 year ago
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So,
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who missed the found family?
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sincerely-sofie · 6 months ago
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Thought about it for 2.5 seconds and realized 75% of Twig and Ark's children all came from anonymous asks. Seriously. Opal, Spindle, AND Ruby originated from these things. Manaphy is the one exception. These asks are pretty much the stork of my PMD-verse at this point. What on earth.
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zosonils · 2 months ago
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check out this baby sonic i drew
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todayisafridaynight · 1 year ago
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Naw they really got the yakuza font on this sign
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hunterfromtheabyss · 1 year ago
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57 - shamare eating gengar cookie
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thegengarprincess · 7 months ago
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🦩&🦭 hanging out 💞💞
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:00 the siblings ever having a lil playdate aaaaaaaaaaaaa!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 Edgar is his lil swimsuit 2 my heart 😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 their both growing up so FAST dear lord I feel like a proud auntie seeing how they’ve both grown up in only a few posts- 🥹🥹 tysmm 4 gracing my inbox with them,ily 4 it <33333.
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decidueyedreamer · 1 year ago
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Quick doodle of what Dee’s dad looks like! He doesn’t have a name yet, so I’m open to suggestions!
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dadjoke-ness · 2 years ago
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Gengar 32: At the grocery store
Ft: More self indulgent fursona
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razzlingcreations · 2 years ago
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Who's That Pokemon?!
A wild gengar appeared!
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10+ hours of work and now I have a lil fella!🎉
Used pieces from these x x patterns
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cheesarbles · 2 years ago
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More doodlely doodles
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caoimhe-from-hoenn · 2 years ago
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Finally got to battle the new Gengar at kiddie battle club
Apparently its trainer "let it go" it because it "wasn't league-worthy" when it evolved (the Gengar limps when it walks and can't hover for very long), so it lived in the toll station 20 kilometers away until the kid's dad brought it home after work
To whomever that trainer is: fuck you
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cosmicwhoreo · 3 months ago
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doodles of my pokeguys
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Yes I have added a meloetta to the roster of my special guys, mostly cuz they were one of my favorite pokemon as a kid. mainly cuz I found them pretty
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Also! Gave names to my guys
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kittythegengarmonarch · 1 year ago
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I did this, in a surprisingly short amount of time. But posting took a while due to getting distracted and wifi breaking for a bit. I know I only played cornhole with dad not too much times, but hey! I like the idea that popped in my mind! Happy Father's Day peeps! Hope ya like it! ^^
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madeofbees · 2 years ago
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i’m not even a person, i’m just a bunch of traumas stacked on top of each other in a trench coat made of fandoms.
personality ? me ? no no, that’s just season 4 of community. common mistake though !
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galariangengar · 2 years ago
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I so badly want soft serve or frozen yogurt… it’s been forever since I had frozen yogurt
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